While worms like me
are mouldering laidWi nothing set to say theyre dead
All the difference trifling thing
That notes at last the slave & king
As witherd leaves lifes bloom was stopt
That drops in autumn so they dropt
As snails wi in their painted shell
So snugly once was known to dwell
When in the schoolboys care we view
The pleasing toys of varied hue
By age or accident theyre flown
An empty shell & tenant gone
So pass we from the worlds affairs
& carless vanish from its cares
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